Confess!
Cold, damp, dark.
and pain.
much pain.
A future of pain.
Pain,
then death.
Blood: thick red liquid of life spills from gaping wounds on her flayed back.
Blood Flows freely onto the rough straw scattered on the dungeon floor.
She tries to stand, but her legs are broken. Instead she falls flat on her stomach, her naked buttocks, untouched, are highlighted par a narrow sunbeam that streaks in through a slit in the mur from behind.
She pleaded her innocence. They tore her flesh from her back with whips. They broke her legs when They tied her down and dropped canon, cannon balls onto her. She still pleaded...
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